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TR13 - Tug Ship

With the mysterious new found contact named Factorum, comes new unknown technology that needs delicate handling while moving, introducing the TR13, also known as Technical Research Number 13 manufactured by the Aperture Space Industries, a Tug Ship made specifically for the role of moving these delicate new technology.
equipped with two small-grid large magnetic plates this Tug ship is capable of transporting large haul.

Lore: Echoes of Aperture

Humanity was dying, and Earth had become a wasteland. Over 55,000 years ago, the once-great civilization known as Aperture Science vanished from history, leaving behind ruins and the eerie silence of their forsaken laboratories. The world, stripped of its fertility, could no longer support life, and what few humans remained were mere scavengers on a planet choking on its own death throes. They were on the brink of extinction.

In their desperate search for a way off the dying Earth, a small group of survivors unearthed the remains of a long-forgotten AI: GLaDOS. Deactivated, corrupted, and broken beyond repair, the AI held within it fragments of Aperture’s greatest achievements—among them, designs for space travel and the construction of a prototype nuclear jump drive. The survivors, driven by fear and hope, began to cannibalize what technology remained in the ancient Aperture facility. They patched together a spaceship—The Ascendant—a vessel cobbled from decayed, dangerous remnants of a forgotten age, fitted with the fragile and experimental nuclear jump drive. It was humanity’s last hope.

With just enough food, water, and greenhouse equipment to survive a journey, they launched into space. The ship ascended through the dark clouds that perpetually cloaked the Earth, its engines roaring like the cries of a dying world. Against all odds, the jump drive activated, and The Ascendant leapt across the stars, hurtling 290 light years away from the scorched ruins of Earth. Their mission was clear: find a new world, a new Eden, and save humanity from extinction.

But salvation was not meant to be.

In the cold, desolate expanse of space, the prototype nuclear jump drive malfunctioned. The ship’s core began to overload. Radiation poured into the chambers as alarms blared in the dead silence of space. The survivors scrambled into escape pods, their terrified breaths fogging the glass, but the design flaws in their pods left them doomed. The pods drifted into the void, each a tomb, their occupants suffocating as oxygen supplies dwindled.

Only two survived. Encased in cryogenic pods, isolated from the deadly radiation, they drifted in the shattered wreck of The Ascendant, adrift in the dark, endless abyss. The ship, its engines long dead, floated like a ghost outside the boundaries of the galaxy, lost in the vast emptiness between stars.

But the ship was not forgotten.

An unknown species, a spacefaring race beyond human comprehension, discovered the derelict craft. They approached cautiously, their vessels gliding through the void like shadows, sensing the radiation still seeping from the ship’s damaged core. Inside, they found the two cryogenic pods, the slumbering remnants of a once-great species. Fascinated by these beings, they made the decision to defrost the humans, bringing them back from the brink of death.

When the two survivors awoke, the coldness of space replaced by the sterile light of the alien ship, they found themselves staring into the unfamiliar faces of their rescuers. The aliens—tall, featureless beings—were methodical in their approach, studying the humans as if they were specimens in a laboratory. But something darker lurked beneath their curiosity.

Communication was established, though the details of those first exchanges remain scattered across the stars, pieced together only through fragments of data logs and half-finished transmissions. The humans, stunned by their own survival and the enormity of the unknown, spoke of Earth, of Aperture, of their desperate flight. The aliens listened, and though their expressions were unreadable, it became clear they understood something far greater than the humans could imagine.

Rumors spread like wildfire across the universe—whispers of a new force rising from the ruins of humanity. The aliens, using the fragmented knowledge gleaned from GLaDOS and the survivors, perfected the nuclear jump drive. Their mastery of the technology allowed them to leap between galaxies, their ships slipping through the fabric of space-time like ghosts. And with each jump, they left behind traces of their influence—marks of Aperture Science, now rebranded as Aperture Space Industries, a name that echoed through the dark corridors of the universe.

But the truth of what happened aboard The Ascendant remains shrouded in mystery. Some say the two survivors were changed—physically, mentally, something beyond the understanding of either species. Others claim that the aliens were not saviors, but engineers of something far more sinister, using the humans as pawns in a greater, incomprehensible game.

Now, as Aperture Space Industries expands its influence across galaxies, strange anomalies have begun to appear. Distortions in time and space. Ships disappearing without a trace. And on the edges of known space, in the dark places where even the most daring explorers fear to venture, there are whispers of an ancient AI waking from its slumber, hungry for revenge.